Alex Cross - 08 - Four Blind Mice by James Patterson

Author:James Patterson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Thriller
ISBN: 9780446409346
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2003-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 58

LATER THAT NIGHT, I went up to my attic office. Everyone was asleep and the house was quiet.

I liked working when it was peaceful like this. I was back on the army case; I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Didn’t want to. The bodies painted in bright colors. The eerie straw dolls. The even spookier all-seeing eye. Innocent soldiers punished by wrongful executions.

And who knew how many more soldiers might be scheduled for execution?

There was plenty of material to go through. If even only some of these executions were linked, it would be a huge bombshell for the army. I continued my research, did some spadework on the straw doll and the evil eye. I did a search on Lexis-Nexis, which held information from most local and national newspapers and the major international ones. A lot of detectives underestimate the usefulness of press research, but I don’t. I have solved crimes using information passed on to the press by police officers.

I read reports about a former PFC in Hawaii. He’d been accused of murdering five men during a sex-slavery-and-torture spree that occurred from 1998 to 2000. He was currently on death row.

I moved on. I felt I had no choice but to keep going on the case.

An army captain had killed two junior officers in San Diego less than three months ago. He’d been convicted and was awaiting sentencing. His wife was appealing. He’d been convicted on the basis of DNA evidence.

I made a note to myself: Maybe talk to this one.

My reading was suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps pounding the stairs up into the attic.

Someone was coming up.

In a hurry.

Adrenaline fired through my system. I reached into a desk drawer and put my hand on a gun.

Damon suddenly burst into the room. He was soaked with sweat and looked like hell. Nana had told me that he was asleep in his room. Obviously, that hadn’t been the case. He hadn’t even been in the house, had he?

“Damon?” I said as I rose. “Where have you been?”

“Come with me, Dad. Please. It’s my friend. Ramon’s sick! Dad, I think he’s dying.”

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